Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Cat's got your???

Patch the cat was amusing us last night with her hunting/playing antics in the back yard.  We assumed she was mole hunting.  I wish it had been a mole.  As you can see from the dead grass, they are messing up my yard--dead spots, tunnels, craters.

Unfortunately it was this narrow fellow she was taunting!

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides –
You may have met Him - Did you not
His notice sudden is –

The Grass divides as with a Comb –
A spotted Shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on –

He likes a Boggy Acre   
A Floor too cool for Corn –
But when a Boy, and Barefoot
I more than once at Noon
Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone –

Several of Nature’s People
I know and they know me –
I feel for them a transport
Of Cordiality –

But never met this Fellow
Attended or alone
Without a tighter Breathing
And Zero at the Bone.
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition (Harvard University Press, 1998)


KiteFlyer said...

With all my cultured, refined training (well, what I got from collij), I never would have known what the Dickinson she was talking about if you hadn't posted her poem with that picture.

Did Patch catch her toy and present it to you as a gift?

Dawn said...

See--You learned something today!

One Last Thought.......

Pleasant words are a honeycomb;
sweet to the soul and healing to the body.
Proverbs 16: